How a Day Planner Changed My Life

Christmas in August?

That’s what it felt like when the email arrived letting me know it was time to order my 2017 Desire Map day planner. 

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Since it launched a couple of years ago, the Desire Map planner has been my daily guide, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the time I spend with it every morning has transformed my life. 

Instead of focusing on the endless tasks and to-do lists, I now focus on how I most want to feel. Every single day.

“You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.” – Elizabeth Gilbert

The Desire Map planner has made it easy for me to not only create a life I love, but more importantly, feel good while doing so.

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Once upon a time I was an obsessive planner.

Believe me when I say I tried them all: the systems, the styles, and of course, the beautiful leather binders. All designed to hold my schedule, and to-do lists.

I loved my planner.

I remember saying things like, “If it’s not in my planner, it’s not going to happen” and friends learned to ask, “Is it in your planner?” 

And then along came the iPhone and Google calendar, and as happens with a new love, I was swept off my feet.

I tried to keep my paper planner going, but things began to slip through the cracks, and by the end of that year, my long love affair with day planners came to an end.

Until the Desire Map planner.

I was doubtful I could return to paper as I’d gotten so used to doing everything digitally, but I said yes because I intuitively knew it would help me integrate my core desired feelings.

As a Desire Map facilitator, it was important for me to connect committedly to my CDFs until they were strong enough to act as a powerful and reliable guidance system. Think GPS for the soul.

Right away, it became clear that I wouldn’t use this new planner in the way I’d used my planners in the past.

It felt different somehow, special, and this helped me create a new morning practice to start my day.

What had once been a race to complete a list of tasks, appointments, and endless lists, became an opportunity to really consider how I wanted to feel given what was on my schedule.

That awareness changed everything.

Life slowed down and a new spaciousness appeared.

My emotions were fuller, more aligned, and I felt more myself than ever before.

My creativity began to flow in a way that left me crying tears of gratitude.

Because of a day planner.

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That first Desire Map planner still holds a special place in my heart because it had such a direct impact on the quality of my life.

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As much as I loved the planners of my past, a connection to my feelings had always been missing, and discovering a daily structure to plug me into my core desired feelings was like plugging me right into source energy.

The Desire Map planner puts your desires on the map, and helps you plan your days based on how you most want to feel.

Based on Danielle LaPorte’s much loved book, The Desire Map, this planner incorporates your emotions and your to-do list; your gratitude and your goals; your deepest desires with your day-to-day life.

While most of my schedule still lives on Google calendar, the rest of me comes to life in my Desire Map planner.

Part planner, part journal, it is the way I focus myself each day and choose how I want to feel about anything and everything in my life.

It has become my GPS to feeling good.

 


The 2017 planner comes in Daily and Weekly editions with two gorgeous covers:
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The DAILY planner for the highly scheduled, detailed thinkers, and awesome A-types who love keeping track of all the big and little things.

This is the one I use which takes you through the year day by day, with unique soul prompts to limber up your mind before you write, scheduling space, #Truthbombs, a Stop Doing list, and a super condensed list called 3 Things, so you can get your most important to-dos done.

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The WEEKLY planner is for the big dreamers, Creatives, and entrepreneurs — the planner-types who want a bird’s eye view of their week.

Sprinkled with prompts for positive declarations and #Truthbombs, the weekly spread also has space for your Core Desired Feelings, daily to-do’s, and a list of 3 Things. This planner also has an End of Week Check-in with unique Soul Prompts from Danielle and space for reflecting on life as you move through it week by week.

When you’re clear on how you want to feel, it’s so much easier to make decisions that feel good; choices that are aligned with who you really are.

That’s what this planner has done for me.

Buy yours today and start planning, and living a life you love. 

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Let Go of What You Know

 

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I used to know (and was pretty damn sure of) what I wanted in life.
Now, I know what I want most is to feel love and freedom whatever I’m doing.

I used to believe in fairness and justice.
Now, I believe they are less important than how I show up whatever comes my way.

I used to think knowledge was power.
Now, I think practicing what you know is the most transformative habit in life.

I used to be fearful of who I could be, who I might become.
Now, I know I am that and so much more.

 

Letting go of old beliefs is powerful. It makes room for what’s important.

Today. Not ten, twenty, thirty years ago.

Now.

Let go of what you know and make room for the now.

Some days life is much simpler than we think.

 

*Writing prompt from Amy Palko and her divine Goddess Guidance group.

 

The Year of Living 50

 

People keep asking me if I’m freaked out about turning 50 this year. I’m not really, although perhaps a wee bit surprised by some of the thoughts going through my mind.

I mean, turning 50 really is the mother of all wake-up calls!

And I’ve caught myself thinking about all the things I still want to be, do and have in my life.

All the things I want to create and share.

All the ways I want to open further, deeper, more fully.

All the hugs still to give, kisses to be savoured, and well. . .you get the point.

Those are the things I’m putting my attention on as I begin living my fiftieth year.

Not the 50 lessons I may or may not have learned.

Not 50 tips to look and feel good at 50 (although all this juicing and healthy living looks good on me!)

No tips, lessons, or strategies.

Instead, I’m choosing to open.

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Because we do have a choice; to open or to close ourselves off.

One is energizing and risky. The other is tight, and oh so painfully safe.

I get to choose. And so do you.

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Things Rich and Strange

 

“There’s nothing to lose by writing your truth.” – Cynthia Morris

Your truth.

What’s true for you may be wildly untrue for someone else.

That’s what makes truth so very intriguing.

As I sit with today’s prompt Things rich and strange, snippets of my truth rise to the surface.

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The deep green velvety moss I see on the trees. I run my fingers over it, surprised at the moisture, surprised by its determination to grow in sometimes challenging conditions.

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The silence I recall from my last retreat, so deep I can feel it in my bones like an ancient gong. I try to recreate it but the depth and richness can not be captured.

The satisfaction of holding a secret close to my heart. It makes me smile at unexpected times, causing the people around me to question my state of mind.

The love I have for people no longer in my life. Their presence lingers like the smell of coffee in the morning, long after the cup has been drained.

 

Strange

The way the crows follow their internal knowing, every day like clockwork. They leave their western playground to return to their dark eastern home. Like one mind, they set off and leave inky tracks across the sky.

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The connection I feel to people I have not met in person. It is wondrous this web that stretches across the world linking thoughts, feelings, ideas and human beings. Wondrous and strange.

The resistance I feel to life some days, when life has been so generous. Understanding doesn’t seem possible, so I let it be, trusting it will ebb like the tide.

The thought that I am more often being breathed than breathing.

 

 

* Inspired by Cynthia Morris’ Free Write Fling.

 

An Ode to the Heart

 

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For most of my life, I’ve paid far more attention to my head than my heart. I’ve heard enough stories to know I’m not alone in this.

It’s puzzling really, for my head, on its endless quest for logic and knowledge, has all too often led me astray.

It’s been distracted, and even dazzled by facts, figures, reasons; all requirements in the heady world.

My heart however, has been treated like Cinderella – ignored, occasionally mocked,  and left behind to tend to itself.

It took my heart being broken (but not really) to change this sad state of affairs.

It took getting quiet enough to hear it.

For the truth is, I didn’t know until then that I wasn’t hearing it (picture an ignorance is bliss scenario.)

My heart has taught me to be grateful for those years of sadness.

They helped me grow, and got me in touch with what was really important in my life.

Seems my heart knew all along what that was.

My heart has worked hard on my behalf for little recognition, until today. Until I asked the following question. . .

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The Humanity of Being

 

“There are four questions of value in life…Buddha looking down

What is sacred?

Of what is the spirit made?

What is worth living for?

What is worth dying for?

The answer to each is the same.

Only love.”

– Don Juan de Marco

I’m a doer.

I like action. And results.

I really like results and making things happen.

But it’s a fast and slippery slope to a driven kind of energy that stops feeling good before I’ve reached the bottom.

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Boy Meets Girl

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Boy meets girl. I was 16.

Boy & girl grow up together.

Boy gives girl ring. Promises future.

Boy leaves girl. No longer a girl. I was 30.

The facts don’t tell the whole truth.

They rarely do.

For how could these simple facts tell the story of first love, promise and heartbreak without being a cliché?

I once read that however long a relationship lasts is how long it will take to get over it when it ends.

That was true for me.

While there was no happily-ever-after, this story lead me down the path of personal development, which lead to the work I love.

And that?

Has made all the difference.

 

“…Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

– Robert Frost

 

 

The Who of You

Who are you?

 

Who are you?

When someone asks this question, it’s easy to fall back on the obvious. . .

  • where you’re from
  • what you do for a living
  • if you’re married or single

You know, the usual suspects.

But you also know how utterly inadequate (and often boring) those answers are.

You do know that, right?

Some people say they’re the sum of all their experiences in the past. They have long, drawn out stories of why they are the way they are.

Others, thinking they’re clever, declare adamantly “No! I’m better than my past because I’ll never be like my mother/father/that/them!” but that just makes their future a reaction to the past.

Which leads us back to the beginning.

Who are you really? 

And what if that answer was generative instead of related to the past?

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:: capable of producing or creating

In the moment, you can create who you are.

That doesn’t mean you make it up or lie; just that you consciously choose who you say you are.

Your DNA gave you form.

Your words create your world. 

They create the WHO of you.

 

I am. . .

first-born * Aries * prairie girl * ocean lover * Mediterranean * creator * listener * lover * ass-kicker * Fire Starter * wife * daughter * sister * BFF * smart * playful * passionate * writer * coach * instigator * blogger * book lover * pescatarian * extrovert * a collision waiting to happen * spark to your flame * leader * photographer * muse * gypsy spirit * cage rattler

I am all that. . .and more.

Because even that juicy list of descriptors doesn’t cover the gift that is me.

It does tell you a helluva lot more than the facts though:

Born in Winnipeg, live in Vancouver, professional life coach, married to a great guy.

Nothing wrong with those facts. They’re just a little dry.

 

Mostly, you haven’t got a clue who you are.

You fall back on old, familiar stories from the past. It’s easy, you don’t have to think about it, everyone does it. I get it.

But imagine playing with it a bit.

And the next time someone asks, “Who are you?” you smile so big before responding. . .

I’m a gift, who are you?

* Cue dazed, wide-eyed look of bemusement.

Sounds ridiculous, but trust me, it engages people in ways the facts will never do.

My personal favourite is “I’m a collision waiting to happen” and then I have a blast explaining what that means to me.

I unwrap the gift and share my passion, my zest for life, my joy.

Because really, joy trumps fact every time.

 

 

 

Good News, Bad News

 

The good news is

what you can be, you must be.

The bad news is

you can not change your roots.

 

An acorn must become an oak tree, 

and you must become you.

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Set aside your resolutions,

unleash your resolve and rest.

The space in between is patient,

the outcome is assured.

 

Then repeat after me. . .

“I resolve to become more fully myself.”

 

 

 

 

Prompted by A Year With Myself, a year-long adventure in empowerment.

 

 

 

The Space in Between

 

Space. 

Vast and immeasurable, but not out there.

A space unlike any other.

A space not yet clear.

Not like the space that shows up reliably every January; a space that compels you to think of what you want for your life.

And not like the space of completion; an invitation to look back, reviewing and learning from what’s been.

This is the space in between – the unexamined field.

sitting on the beach in West VancouverAs often happens when I begin to explore an idea that’s been niggling at me, it seems to show up everywhere.

First, in my research on lightning, I learned there’s a word for the space between the moment you see lightning and when you hear the thunder -svaha – a word of mysterious origin, some say Native American, I say intriguing.

Then the space of anticipation, waiting for the first prompt of the year-long adventure A Year with Myself, and a question from Patti Digh that took me by surprise:

What spaces are you standing between?

When was the last time you thought about the space in between?

I let the question sink in until the hair on the back of my neck stood up, the magic of the prompt working its way through my consciousness.

The space in between.

Think of the times you’ve been uncertain or the moments of discomfort as you stretched way beyond what you know.

In between.

Did you rush to step into a more familiar, tried and true space or or pull back paralyzed by fear?

What is so terrifying about the space in between?

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